|Art by Shelle Kennedy|
She wasn't a Witch. She didn't even know what a Witch really "was". Her upbringing included psalms, prayers, and hymns from the Bible of her family's God. After 13 days in captive Hell and insufferable abuse, however, she was willing to know what secrets might free her...even if they meant denouncing her Savior and taking aim at her accusers in a sinful, yet gloriously delicious, way.
Her body had been stretched and skewed and betrayed at the hands of would-be-Saints...so they claimed. No God of hers would have allowed this torturous treachery upon any other. No God of hers would have allowed an honest, hard-working woman to endure the psychosis and torture of another without reason. Just "Whom" these captors truly followed was beyond her comprehension.
As she struggled with inner demons - fantasizing about the cruelty she hoped would be inflicted upon these misfits of society - her heart genuinely ached for truth..."Why? Why, if You exist my dearest God, must a woman like me be subjected to such cruelty? Have I not given every cell of my being willingly to Your service?" "My faith is stronger than that of many I know, and yet I am just human as you have made me. FORGIVE me for all of my shortcomings, I BEG You...please set me free from this torturous Hell!"
At that moment, a huge black spider descended down the stone wall she was chained to and bit her hard on the shoulder. "ENOUGH!", she screamed! Jillian shook her body, unable to reach up with her shackled hands, she did all she could to shake the spider from her body. Her terror of spiders had waned slightly over the days she was held captive among their breeding grounds. Going now into a half-translucent daze, her eyes focused on the half-starved, beaten and battered, near-corpses around her - barely able to inhale a fresh breath. Three other female prisoners entrenched in her "tomb" - no more "evil" than God himself - were chained likewise.
Mary had been her confidant through problems with her marriage; young Sarah had a spark of life about her that made others jealous of her whimsy; and old Simone could ease a badger out of its' hole with her wisdom and charm. NONE of them belonged here. None of them deserved this horrendous cruelty.
Simone appeared to have stopped breathing. Her slumped body - hands held by chains to the cold, dark wall - wasn't moving at all. Jillian kicked a small stone toward her. It hit her heel with some force, but nothing. "SIMONE", Jillian cried, "answer ME!". Nothing. Moments later, Simone's bowels emptied themselves onto the hard dirt floor, unrestricted now from lack of brain activity and will. "NOOOOOO!", Jillian cried! Her two remaining cell-mates, barely conscious, slowly turned - their bruised faces swelling with seeming indifference.
Unsure of the source, Jillian's anger rose to heights she had never experienced before. Her words, chosen from some primal force within her flowed freely, "NEVER again shall a woman suffer or die at the hands of a so-called follower of God! There IS NO GOD! Let the knowledge of Witchcraft pour into me like a vessel and I will bring JUSTICE to those who proclaim goodness yet DEFILE righteousness!"
Whether it was the evening light playing tricks or her own adrenal hormones combined with days of famine and iron-deficiency, Jillian saw glittery speckles descend around her body and onto the floor in front of her in the narrowing path of sunlight. A cool, calmness filled her heart and soul. She felt weak, yet strengthened beyond measure at the same time.
When her captors would arrive offering a bit of water, dried bread and cold scraps of ham the following day, they would be greeted with the truth, justice and accountability...for Witches are NOT evil creatures devoid of the Christian God...they ARE the ones who seek balance and righteousness in a world of made-up fables, idols, threats and forced conformity.
Beware the justice you seek as you meander through your days of leisurely "good will".
Happy Birthday my dearest Magaly! You are an inspiration, breath of fresh air and wickedly delicious Witch! Enjoy your Sexy, Dark and Bloody Blogoversary Party!______________________________________________________________
Continue to Part Two: "Secrets in the Cellar"
Continue to Part Two: "Secrets in the Cellar"
Inspired by her Native American roots and Bradbury lineage, Polly Taskey is a writer and grandmother in the northern USA. She shares her wisdom and pagan interests through Pagan by Design and The Moonlit Grove.